DEATH

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 I'm afraid of getting old.
A body getting cold.
Death taking hold.
What will I see?
Where will I be?
 
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Mhm. But perhaps greeting

Mhm. But perhaps greeting death will be as that of a man petrified of having a first date, little knowing that he was meeting his mate for life ; )